Poetry about Zen tea

1. Poems describing Zen tea

Zen tea poems

The swallows drag the spring light across the willow pond,

The clouds invite the bamboo shadows to relax Poetry.

The breeze intends to send letters,

But I am afraid that I will miss you too late.

Zen tea poem:

Staying alone in the empty nunnery and getting drunk Tasting Zen Tea

Thousands of years of loneliness are dried to form an ancient tea

Who can tell which is a bud and which is a flower

Maybe you have the same understanding

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But where are you, who has a clear understanding of my heart?

Thousands of years of loneliness are dried into an ancient tea

How many springs, autumns, winters and summers are needed to brew her

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Maybe all kinds of tenderness can soak her up

Whose family did these ten thousand kinds of tenderness come from?

It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t soak it up or not

Tang poetry can be soaked up. Song Ci

Can’t soak up the bricks and tiles of Qin and Han dynasties

Can soak up the morning bells and drums

Can’t soak up the wind and sand on the post road

A tacit understanding Where are you?

Whose family does this tenderness come from?

Whether you want to drink it or not

Drink Zen tea alone at the end of the world

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Begging for fire to burn orchids, and boiling plum blossoms in the stream.

Cook a cup of good tea and offer it to me, the Buddha, to taste first.

2

The fragrant stream is delicious and tender, and the lotus peak contains real fragrance.

As soon as you enter Lingshan Road, your eyes will feel bright.

3

Taste the cold fragrance for the first time, then sip the fire to make it cool.

Floating as if facing a charming city, drunk as the fragrance of the sky.

4

The snow is clear, the spring is green, and the rain is moistening the grass.

The wind boils the pine trees under the moon, and the king tastes the nectar.

The clear smoke fades away for a long time, and the purple clouds sometimes fly.

To this day, the water in the pond is still full of laughter.

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The famous mountains contain purple energy, and the Yao grass condenses with clear brilliance.

The cold spring is not mixed with the world, and the snow is deep into the essence.

Harvesting must be done in time, don’t wait for tender green manure. 2. Poems about Zen Tea

"Qin Tea" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

The Wuwu is in the form of a group of people, and Tao Tao is willful throughout his life.

Since I resigned from office, I have been drunk in spring and have more leisure time without studying.

The only source of knowledge in Qinli is the Lushui River, but the only source of tea is the Mengshan Mountain.

I will always be with you when I am poor, who knows that I will never go back?

"An Old Friend Sends Tea" by Cao Ye of the Tang Dynasty

There are nine Chinese yings on the outside of the sword, and the title is Jade Capital.

When it opens, there is a slight moonlight, and there is the sound of springs everywhere.

The monk arrived in the middle of the night, singing alone to the moon.

Bi Chenxia's feet are broken, and the fragrance is light and milky.

The six organs have gone to sleep and the mind has gone away, and I can think clearly after several poems.

I don’t dare to spend more than a month, so I will stay with me for writing.

"Sencha" by Tang Chengyanxiong

When I woke up from a deep sleep in the spring of Yuexi Temple, I was thinking about the tiger running by the spring.

A cloud monk crushed the Sichuan tea tree and picked up three or four dead pine branches.

"Hojicha Wu" by Tang Gu Kuang

The new tea has been roasted, and the old tea is brewing.

The whirling smoke continues, and the voice splits the cold wood. 3. Ancient poems describing Zen tea

"Tea" (Tang Dynasty) Yuan Zhen

Tea,

fragrant leaves, buds.

I admire poets and monks.

Carved white jade and woven red yarn.

The yellow pistil color is fried in a saucepan, and the koji dust flowers are turned into the bowl.

The queen of the night invites you to accompany the bright moon, and the morning brings you to the morning glow.

I have washed away all the people of the past and present without getting tired, and I will know how to boast after being drunk.

"On a spring day, I am sick in the tea mountain and do not drink because I am a guest" (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu

Shengge boarded the painting boat, ten days before the Qingming Festival.

The mountains are beautiful, the white clouds are greasy, and the streams are red and pink.

It is half cloudy and half sunny when it is about to bloom but not yet.

Who would have thought that the sick prefect would still be a tea fairy.

"Ji Shi" (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi

Sitting all night long after seeing the moon, sleeping all day long when hearing the wind.

The room is fragrant with medicinal gas, and the cage is warm with roasted tea smoke.

Cranes peck at the newly sunny ground, and chickens perch in the dusk sky.

I watch myself washing wine and rice, leaning on my stick in front of a small pond.

"Send Praise to the Master" (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu

Yesterday, I accompanied the tin stick to predict the quietness of the neighboring Nanshan Mountain.

The waist and feet are weakened by the year, and it is inconvenient for the autumn to be overcast.

Starting from the north of Chonggang, the sun shines brightly.

Buying a thatched hut and buying land is just what you want.

I heard recently that there are grains, firs and millet in the west of Xizhi.

The pavilion is quite warm at noon, and the stone fields are full of harvest.

At that time, it was raining and dry, and the teeth were diseased for a long time.

Pei returned to the tiger's den with a stern look on his face.

There are tea trees and tea leaves, and the path leads to the forest hills.

He and his wife became two elders, and their interactions were romantic.

"Miscellaneous Ode in Tea: Cooking Tea" (Tang Dynasty) Pi Rixiu

When the fragrant spring is mixed with milk, it will be boiled continuously.

Sometimes I see crab eyes splashing, and at first I see fish scales rising.

The sound of the pine trees is suspicious of the rain, and the smoke of the pastry is afraid of the green.

If you are still in Zhongshan, you will never be drunk for a thousand days.